He is Jealous for Me (Brittney)

He is Jealous for Me (Brittney)

Posted by ourstonepile in Testimony, Written Testimony

Art has always been a sweet love for me! Sweet like the smell of your grandmother’s cinnamon apple pie, or Winnie the Pooh’s favorite honey pot, or even your the gooey droplets left over from a summer day popsicle. I moved to Chicago for this sweet love, and like a relationship it didn’t take all that much for me to drop everything I knew and move for something that I put first in my life.

Art and I had big plans! We were going to see the world, become successful together, live a long life together! Little did I know that a jealous lover would ruin all that.

After moving to Chicago and pursuing art full time at the School of Art Institute of Chicago, things seemed just as planned. I got plenty of encouragement from instructors, worked endlessly on large scale conceptual projects, and pressed-in any left over time in reading philosophical art books and partying with friends. Art and I were on top of the world, however my mother kept nudging me to get involved with some sort of church community, though art seemed to satisfy every facet of my being. Honoring my mother, I searched out a group, with the simple intention of telling her I had gone. I ended up at a religious meeting that I hated more than I could express. Bored and unfed I left without a fleeting thought. Stubborn like an ox, my mother sent over my information to a Campus Crusade instructor, who like my mother, could not take no for an answer. This Campus Crusade instructor ended up paying for me to go to a retreat over a weekend.

This is the beginning of art and I redefining our relationship. Going on a beautiful and God centered retreat, I found that I wanted Jesus more than my unsatisfying mistress, art. On this retreat, or affair as some may say, I could clearly see how far I had traveled without God by my side, yet he still seemed to pursue me with such an earnest heart.  While on the retreat, I met a friend and eventual brother that God used in such an amazing way. Tyler Culligan loved God and loved art and simply wanted to create a portal for children to hear of God’s goodness which stirred and intrigued me. My new friend fascinated me because he merged God with the passion he had. He invited me to come to his church and thats were my eyes were opened to the world of community. Art was quite demanding and had never allowed me to engage with others. I had allowed it to be a controlling lover that I identified as my “true” friend and complete community. Finding a church that ran after God’s own heart altered that perception.

During the course of settling into this new community of more than friendly people, I began to have financial issues in regard to school!  My sweet lover was becoming expensive and I did not have the finances to afford it’s particular needs. My heart began to crumble. Art was my everything, without it I had nothing. After many panic stricken prayers and begging and pleading God, I had to drop out of school. Funny enough, I didn’t go back to California. This new community that had settled in my life was something of substance to stay for. If I couldn’t stay for art, my true love, I could stay for these friends I had made.

I became complacent toward my situation but anger bellowed towards God; he had betrayed me! I let him in a little and he broke my heart! I cried and cried, I had lost the one thing that was my hope. That summer, though angry, I spoke to the Lord quite a bit. I journaled and journaled to the God I had gone on a weekend retreat with. I told him how it was a mistake and continuously asked, “if he loved me, how could he do this to me?” He finally answered me with a very simple answer. “ Brittney I could not let art come first any longer.” My heart softened some. He wanted my attention and wanted no idols before himself. He then expressed to me “I don’t just want your left over time, I want all of you, I am jealous for you.” I was shocked, art was never jealous for my time, it never wanted all of me, I gave it all of myself, but it never earnestly wanted to sit and talk with me, or just love on me.

Over time, my heart healed and I saw God’s hand. It wasn’t easy but I knew God was good. Jealous, but good. I began focusing my attentions on my new lover. Learning his character, his voice, his ways. I delved in with him, and he poured out more and more. He bought me gifts, and adorned me with heavenly riches and wooed me into a state of never looking back. He showed me a sweet lover’s heart. So I finally submitted my previous lover completely to him. The one thing I idoled before my God, I laid at his feet.

When in his hands the most beautiful gift was given. Almost a year later, I found myself volunteering at an art show. I helped pass out flyers and greet various individuals as they came and left. While greeting I met a young woman named Angela Bryant. We clicked instantly and she began telling me of how she owned a gallery. I told her I had not done art in months and that I was going through a season of putting God first. She politely asked for my information to keep in contact and if I would send her a few images of my work.

A week after meeting her I sent a few images of my work and my contact information to get coffee some time. Out of nowhere, she sent an email back saying she felt my work was in a mature place and she wanted to curate me into a show! I almost fell off my chair. It had been almost a year and a half since I had even thought about doing art. I could not believe she wanted to show my work. Within the next two months I painted faster than I had in school and had four paintings finished for the final show.

It seemed almost surreal as I walked into the gallery and saw my four large paintings sitting on the gallery walls. A year ago, I would have done anything to have my paintings on display for the world to see and now my paintings were up without me doing anything. God had placed it in my lap, out of sheer love for his girl. My jealous God did not want to take art away, he just refused to be in competition with a lover that was detrimental to me. He wanted me to know that He would always be my first love and that art could be my passion but only through and with him. My work is still hanging up in that gallery and as I think over how much of art the Lord is slowly, but surely, bringing back into my life, I’m in awe. Oh, how our sweet lover loves us jealously, and with an always good and always gracious lover that’s the best way to be loved, jealously.

11 May 2011 3 comments
  • Hue Doan May 12, 2011 at 8:39 am / Reply

    Britney!! Such an amazing testimony! We serve and loved by an incredible God!

  • Otto May 13, 2011 at 3:46 pm / Reply

    Oh my word! And you’re sooo creative in the way you convey it! I can truly sense the Lord’s passion for us in your message! Awesome! Love it!

  • Yivo May 13, 2011 at 3:58 pm / Reply

    THis was great Brit! I finally got a chance to read the entire thing. Lightbulb came on when I read this: “He then expressed to me “I don’t just want your left over time, I want all of you, I am jealous for you.” I was shocked, art was never jealous for my time, it never wanted all of me, I gave it all of myself, but it never earnestly wanted to sit and talk with me, or just love on me.”

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